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Liberated Males

Here’s part of another glorious article from Mistress Magpie for the New Statesman, talking about kink, masculinity and feminism:

“…When a man enters my secret room, he steps into another world, where the taboos, rules and expectations of the outside world are lifted, or bent to serve our mutual pleasure. To watch a man’s face change as he realises this, and is released from the tension of hiding his deviant fantasies – to watch him as he feels finally understood – is one of my greatest joys in life. But our shared world ends at my door. When I tell a man to strip his clothes off, I am also taking the weight of social expectations from him; and when our time together is finished, he puts his clothes on, piece by piece, and takes that weight onto his shoulders again.

Men also come to me because I seek, find, and keep their secrets. I am curious and talkative, and as a man dresses I sometimes ask him what brought him to my door. Every answer is different. Some are, of course, married, and looking for something that their wives can’t or won’t provide. Some are adrenaline junkies. Many men are too shy or awkward, or simply too busy to find a partner, let alone one who shares an interest in kink. But nearly every one of them tells me that being kinky – being different at all – is something that he has to hide from everyone he knows.

That reason is precisely why my job exists. There is a market for my confidential services because if a man publicly steps outside the boundaries of what society permits, he is no longer seen as a man. It’s not just simple sexual gratification that a client seeks from a sex worker, but also an opportunity to explore a sexuality that is socially forbidden. If a man wants to be penetrated, or vulnerable, or to serve and be controlled by a dominant partner, or if he expresses traits society characterises as feminine, he is ostracised and bullied. The ideal woman that he is socialised to pursue seems an impossible dream to him, and, sometimes, an alien one. And so, he sublimates his sexuality, compartmentalises it and hides it; and he comes to see me…”

Full article here.

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Marital Pegging

Here’s part of a heartwarming, sensitive and honest article from Alternet about a chap’s first experience letting his wife shag him up the bum with a strap-on:

“…We said nothing for a while, just holding each other tightly. Kathi hadn’t removed the harness, so the dildo was still on her, pressed up against my stomach, a silent reminder of all that had just happened. And what had just happened? The physical act had been one thing, and a weird one at that. But the psychological effects were just beginning to waft in.

All my life I had been the penetrator and even when the woman was aggressive, there was no doubt as to who was doing what to whom. But now, as the one being penetrated, I was on the other side. She’d gotten me to give it up. She’d probed, thrusted, and done any manner of other things, all of her own urging and without much regard as to what I wanted. She had been cool, under control, self-assured, while I’d been emotional, afraid, out of control. And yet, I’d experienced a great orgasm. That was a real trip. My mind had reeled at the experience; and my body had enjoyed almost every second of it. Even the pain (and there was pain) was rewarded in the end by pleasure.

I told her all these things. She told me how she loved being in charge for a change and how great it felt to be able to control me, as opposed to usually being under my control. She said that what really surprised her was how protective she became of me when she realized that I was now vulnerable to her. (Yeah, I thought sarcastically, you really acted protectively.) She said that she felt like she’d conquered me but at the same time wanted to make sure that I was OK. She also said, mimicking a cornerstone on which patriarchy is based, that she felt surprised at how easily I’d let her do what she was doing. I nodded. I was surprised by that too, but a little angry that that was how she felt. After all, I’d just done what she wanted me to…”

Read the full article here.

Niagara Girls

Thanks to Joanna Lark for pointing me in the direction of Niagara Deroit, punk musician and painter. In stark contrast to the man in my previous post who wanted his real-life women to resemble inanimate, voiceless pictures, Niagara’s subjects seem to leap from their frames with as much power, personality and bad-girl beauty as the artist herself.

“…The ‘Niagara Girl’, who appears in many female guises, would come to represent feminist swagger with drop dead gorgeous looks and an equally dangerous demeanor,” says Wikipedia. “Hard-boiled, tough talking gals who would rather dispatch a man than put up with any of his antics…”

See more of Niagara Detroit’s femme fatales at FemdomArtists.com or go to her own website, NiagaraDetroit.com.